i thought "none"
that this day
would actually
come.

she stood by,
so quietly sealed,
so desperately happy.

she stood by,
waiting for
another kiss
from someone
so distant,
too far flung,
too fictious,
less ambigous,
definitely gorgeous,
and ambitious.

she stood by,
and wondered,
"will i ever make
it back?
will time begin to
tick-tock?
and will life
begin to
knock-knock?"

she stood by,
waited and cried.

she thought
she was hopeless,
but,
maybe not.

the Heavens
paved way
for the newest
remarks
of tomorrow.

she had always
felt
those romantic,
amorous,
passionate,
and intimate
kinds of emotions
since forever began,
too old
to remember.

metaphorical expressions
like mathematical equations
aren't quite enough,
ample to be exact?

she had her first
touch of love,
the first scent,
first soound,
first dance,
and the
first petrichor of love,
friday's love.

but such assymptotic
love ended in a
form of chemistry,
too much of everything
is just too toxic.

but love is composite,
love forswears,
love is uncertain
yet love is
boundless,
and love can aquiese.

when something
ends, something
begins.

now she learned,
now she grew,
and will continue
to walk her way
towards
her next
apeirogonic love.

the star was hers
but not now.
maybe tomorrow?
or never.

she doesn't own
the star,
it owns her
how?
she hasn't freed
herself
from the beautiful,
sun-painted
aurora.

yet,
life never ended
with the star.

life started with
the star.

it made her feel
it made her smile
it made her cry
it made her afraid
it made her strong.

her worth was
the worth of others.

she doesn't need
the heavenly teachings
coming from stars itself,
she needed her
to teach herself.

all recent poems
were directed towards
the star,
none was for her,
but,
today marks
that the words
are from her
to her.

no simple
to composite
poetry
can match,
no mediocre
to elite
songs
can thank the stars,
but only
the progress,
the growth,
the strength,
and the happiness
of hers.

vengeance differs.
may it be
good or bad.
no rulebook is
ever needed, dearest
lads.